whaddup it's 6:02am

and this is how i feel.

that paper i blogged about several hours ago is fucking me in the butthole with no lube.  deadmau5's "will fail" just came up on my shuffle.  but, a double-dose of addy feels like... ecstacy?

so far, i have an intro and thesis:

Yvonne Rainer’s 1979 film Journeys from Berlin/1971 is what Noel Carroll likes to call a “New Talkie.”  Like other Structural Films, it explores the possibilities and tests the limits of language, but simultaneously seeks to “say something.”  Journeys employs the use of a multiplicity of voices from disparate sources to communicate a single message.  With a lack of traditional narrative structure and linear continuity, Rainer exercises various strategies like repetition and image/word associations, leaving the spectator with something like scattered puzzle pieces.  The result is neither clear-cut nor assertive, but rather an open-ended and ambiguous work of radical juxtaposition that ventures through the “mind of a moralist" and calls for active participation.

i'm smart sometimes, but i can't seem to write anything else.  i would like to conclude with, "FUCK YOU YVONNE RAINER FOR BEING A PRETENTIOUS BITCH!"

....F+?